“The wise old hag told them to gather up snow and form it into the shape of a daughter. 'They did this. The girl they made was delicate in form, with eyes of snow, and lips of frozen rose petals, and the sharply pointed ears of their people. When they finished sculpting her, they smiled at each other, captivated by her beauty.' ... 'When my breath blew across the girl, the spark of life lit within her, and they could see her eyelashes twitch, her tresses shiver. The child began to move. Her little limbs were slender and nearly as pale a blue as the reflection of the sky on the snow she'd been made from. Her hair, a deeper blue, like the flowers that grew nearby. Her eyes, that of the lichen that clung to rocks. Her lips, the red of that fresh-spilled blood.” GirlMagicHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirSurenWrenLady NoreBogdanaLord JarelSluagh Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir
“I don't want to be a creature, shaped by their hands and quickened with their blood. Something made like a doll, from snow and sticks. An assemblage of parts, stranger even than the sluagh.” MadeFantasyStrangeHolly BlackDisbeliefThe Stolen HeirSurenWrenCreatureSluagh Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir